The snow trembles in the air
For the first time this year,
And its movements are light and graceful.
The snow withers like a flower
Since the weather is unstable
And it makes it melt.
The snow is complicated
Like a love message
In a forgotten language,
Once you have deciphered it
You feel happy.
The winter begins
And we enjoy it.
December
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